Vent tw

I don’t feel the same. Act the same. I’m not a god. I’m a freak that nobody wants except for this internal world. I feel at home here. But the more I live here, the more my physical home and families faces turn to disgust .

choose me, take meds, you can’t trust your mind, my own father rejects me

when will this pain end? The eternal alienation and anxiety. I am forgotten lost, and the void is where I spiral to my resting place. A place where my parents cry and my siblings scream.